Darrell C Boyd

My Dad died last wednesday. He was 91.

He was a pilot from WW2 and beyond.
He trained with the RAF, Flew 75 missions over "The Hump" from India to China, Saudia Arabia in the '50s, and fast planes over bad guy's back yard.
His military career is documented pretty well, but his impact on me imeasurable.

I got his sense of humor as well as right from wrong,
and good manners when necessary.
He lit my inspiration for all things that fly.

Those of you that know me personally know how much and how often I bragged him up to you.

My deepest and sincere sympathy in your loss. May your memories of him be sweet, every sight of a plane seen against sky and cloud be a moment of grace, and his humor and manners live on in your demeanor.
David